Текст песни BPM - ДОШИРАК

I look at bottomless clouds
When I got home, I make doshirak.
He's such a delicious, almost unpretentious.
His makaroshki, if the whole world.

I love him like Romeo Juliet.
They say it absorbs the planet.
But I somehow FSUs, brew again.
One, two, three million accounts.

His sauces smell like mother's perfume.
Its brew three, but still not enough.
I'm writing a poem about him, as if Derzhavin.
Love to maynezu flies floors.

I was not sad at all, just smoke.
How well have doshik, and young.
The entire apartment set Kettle, waiting.
That kind of life, so we live.

Doshirak - This is not a marriage.
Doshirak causes cancer.
Doshirak Arabs terrorist attack.
Doshirak - the most gusto, brother.

I do not care for the autumn,
The number eight in the broth.
I do not write a line.
Million Dots.

Mom puts the kettle.
I am playing a chef at Milo.
I was not hurt at all.
figure eight in the broth.

Eight - infinity.
we will be with you forever.
favorite bits and chips.
ripped jeans.

but thirty-three package
did not make it to summer.
I sem their night.
and potolsteyu little.

Doshirak - This is not a marriage.
Doshirak causes cancer.
Doshirak Arabs terrorist attack.
Doshirak - the most gusto, brother.